First recipe of the year! And it’s creamy. You’re so, so welcome.
And vegetarian. But I hadn’t planned it that way, truthfully. I was going to add chicken thighs, but when I cut into the package well within the sell-by date, the sme- you know what, I’m not going to talk about chicken smells on a food blog. Won’t do that to you.
(but it was horrid.)
Not only is this dinner creamy, it’s rustic and rebellious in a rosemary, shallot and lemon way.
Just you wait, ‘Enry ‘Iggins. Just you wait.
Simple! Mostly pantry staples and a few grabs from the fridge.
Also, if you can’t find these cute lil’ wee shells, any small pasta totally works. Orzo’s great! Find whatever works for your life and groove, baby. (<–no idea what that meant.)
Admission: I cooked my shallots a little too long. I was distracted by something either on my phone or outside or in the hallway or my hair, who even knows. Yours will look better than mine. I’m just showing you this photo instead of a therapist because you’re free. So thanks.
Garlic and shallots, bada-bing.
Then we’ll stir in the pasta, the milk and the stock, and let this simmer on medium low just long enough for the pasta to absorb the liquids, maybe ten minutes? And this happens right on the stove, so slap a lid on that (gently, geez!), and let it bubble and simmer. But stir it every few minutes to make sure nothing sticks. I can’t have you upset at me today, I’m having a colonoscopy on Friday so I’m focused and fragile, okay?
Gorgeous. We’re not done.
Let’s stir in finely chopped rosemary, along with the juice of half a lemon. And of course a pinch of salt. Let that soak up the liquids a little more and we’re in business, bruh.
Helloooo, hello. Hi.
It’s creamy, it’s velvety, it’s luscious, it’s rustic winter perfection. Let’s add some lemon zest to the top, as well as some freshly grated parmesan. Crack a little black pepper on that, too, for good measure.
Should I remind you that we started with all those shallots and garlic, so naturally this dish is mega enhanced with aromatic depth.
You know me and aromatic depth. We’re like this.
Yeah, your kids will love it. Teeny tiny baby shells? They’ll freak. And the flavors are still sophisticated enough for you to enjoy January at its finest. See how we do? Simple and luxury. Here for it.
Oh, I still have another photo to go.
Uh, let’s see. Tell me about your weekend! Did you clean out any closets?
Also, make your life about this as soon as humanly possible.
What else is winter good for, if not ALL THE PASTA? I rest my case.